#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait